Day 1 First Sound, Two Notes

the water on the wine glass the marble swirl and slide of the font the round floor grate a tactile rush of wind and rhythm a ghostly tracking

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bells in the ceiling

‘To the glory of God and to the dear memory of Edwin Penfold Hall and of Katie his wife for 50 years worshippers in this church both of whom died in 1910. These altar rails were placed by their children.’

Notes on Weeds

Plants become weeds when they obstruct our plans, or our tidy maps of the world. If you have no plans or maps, they can appear as innocents, without stigma or blame. A weed is a plant in the wrong place. What is the right place? Or is a weed a plant whose virtues have not yet been discovered ( Emerson) Weeds thrive in the company of humans. Richard Mabey